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segunda-feira, 27 de junho de 2011

JANELAS D'ALMA



MORNING AT THE WINDOW

HEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.

The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And vanishes along the level of the roofs.

by: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)




G U R I S





Nanquim e acrílico sobre papel

"Puisque nous avons seize ans,
Vivons, mon vieux camarade,
Et cessons d'être innocents ;
Car c'est là le premier grade.

Vivre c'est aimer. Apprends
Que, dans l'ombre où nos coeurs rêvent,
J'ai vu deux yeux bleus, si grands
Que tous les astres s'y lèvent ".


Victor Hugo


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